Page 94 of Almost Rotten

“There. Make her laugh again,” Mercer demands.

“How?” Noah demands. “She only laughs when I cuss or when my knees creak.”

I giggle again. He may not have meant to do it, but he earned the laugh anyway.

There’s a sharp, poignant burn as Mercer presses his cock into my ass, but the pressure quickly gives way to deeply satisfying fullness.

Planting my chin on Noah’s broad chest, I look up into his eyes, shrouded in safety and affection.

“Noah, I honestly l—”

He bends low, capturing my mouth in a kiss, saving me from uttering words I’m not sure any of us are prepared to give or receive.

Fullness overwhelms me as both men crowd closer and cocoon me between them. Noah keeps kissing me. Mercer uses one hand to keep my ass spread open, no doubt enjoying the view. Then he snakes his other hand between my body and Noah’s, finds my clit, and pinches.

“Please,” I beg against Noah’s lips. “Please move. Please do something.”

Noah grunts. “I’m with her.”

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Mercer goads. “Are you feeling needy, all filled up between us, Little Nuisance? Do you want me to fuck your ass or should we let Noah do the honor of massaging your cunt?”

“Both.” Head thrown back, I glare at him. “I said I wanted you both.”

He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, then pulls away just as quickly.

“And we’ve given you exactly what you want.” He slaps my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my core.

With his lips to my ear, he whispers, “We’re willing to give you everything, sweetheart. Let us be all you need.”

I nod, on the verge of delirium.

“Please, Merce.”

“Please,” Noah echoes.

Mercer straightens. “Hold her steady. If you move, make sure it’s not enough to slip out. I’m going to fuck her hard and fast, just how she needs it. She’s coming twice on our cocks, understood?”

With that, he pulls back, leaving me empty and desperate to be filled.

“One more thing,” he says, only allowing his tip to remain in my ass. “We don’t come until she does.”

Noah grunts an “obviously,” then Mercer fucks all the way back in.

Chapter thirty-nine

Sawyer

I’m so full. So sensitive. So desperate and needy, floating on the clouds of subspace as I approach my third orgasm.

Mercer said two.

I don’t think I can manage three.

There are two of them. Two was enough.

“I can’t—”

Mercer cuffs my throat and squeezes, his mouth at my ear. “You can, and you fucking will.”